Zhe, Oil Tycoon, round and made mostly of waterwith a headachewants to know why .45 metersfrom the heart to the brain (average)though Zhuang Zhou appeared to zherand didn’t care (30 days for a butterfly life)a hole Neosporin can’t fix

Moisturizing and propelling ourselves usingthe liquefied remains of our “past” –start the car, it talks – the perfect alchemy machine,the car is a snake skinhere, D&G, one eye the sun the other a mirrorD opens some champagne (more “past”)G takes revenge against Time; tyranny’s favorite liethat melts at 1,948° (F)

(I am an opera made of fat, water, and electricity– petroleum in the making)

Out of the wormhole a ¾ sunshown against the melancholyof zher silhouette…the way our kissing turns into ten years of revolution…Saliva on the night of December 21, 2012(that is, kissing, matter in sympathy with affection)

one orange,juiced, (drunk by the Noh mask)worn by Stephen Hawking (who just appeared)(not drinking)trying to sing a songwhile it spills down his neckhe singsWar, theopposite of archeologyi sing(there is a text inside of me),i am ready to wear

zhe doesn’t cry becausezhe is sad (we are bound to here)but because there are holes in zher facebeauty,the only ghost that haunts itself

(Zhe whispered in her sleep thatall matter is exactly the same ageand zhe dreams this is a kind of freedom)Micah Schippa, Born Nude, Chigacohttp://bornnu.de/